Autumn Postponed - Chapter 15
Author's notes: Despite his lingering despair, Palmer experiences some personal growth, different than the kind he experiences playing around with his new friends. Well, there's a fair amount of that kind too...
And his dad shares some information that will have a major impact on the young teen's life.
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FROM CHAPTER 14
As I often did when I felt a bit hopeless or helpless, I prayed a little prayer to a God I never fully understood, asking that what I had enjoyed over the past four days could somehow become part of my daily life, rather than a brief summer interlude that'd I'd likely reminisce over until I was too old to remember my own name.
Just when I was imploring heaven that my wish could come true, I saw a bright star rise above the horizon. I realized quickly that it could not possibly be a star, since the moon was still low enough and bright enough to obscure the light of even the brightest star. It was a planet, of course, though I had no idea which one. Still, I chose it as the "star" upon which I would wish that my life could be different than it had been, and that I could find the same sort of happiness that Trey and Shy had found with one another.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I jumped a bit as I heard the door behind me opening. I quickly swiped away the tear that, until then, I hadn't realized was rolling down my left cheek.
"Hey, kiddo," I heard my father say. "S'ok if I join you?"
"Yeah, sure," I answered, trying to cover both my melancholy mood and the lie I was telling. I desperately wanted to be alone with my thoughts, but I figured telling him that would have made it obvious how crappy I was feeling, and I really didn't want him to know.
"Thanks," Dad replied, sitting in the chair next to mine. "Nice night, huh?"
"Yeah," I replied, hoping he wasn't expecting more. He didn't seem to, and said nothing as he dangled a bottle of beer in front of me. I smiled in spite of myself, appreciating this nod to camaraderie between us, and took the bottle, twisting off the top and taking a long swig.
"Whoa, take it easy there, son," my dad chuckled. "That's the only one you're gettin' tonight. Your mum doesn't even know you're gettin' this one." We sat in silence for a good few minutes. After we'd both had a few more swallows of beer, my dad said, "Your mother told me you might need to talk. Of course I told her that if you needed to talk, you'd talk. But then she gave me that look... you know the one."
"Yeah," I snorted. "It's the one I get when she tells me to take the garbage out."
"Yep," my dad said, smacking his lips. "And believe me, I've seen it a lot more times than you have." He sighed deeply, and then went on, "But you know what? I normally go along because she's usually right."
"Is she?" I asked, hoping that this was not going where it seemed to be.
"Oh, yes," my dad chuckled. "We'd be a total mess if it wasn't for your mother." I wasn't sure of what percentage of this comment was meant as a joke and how much was true. "Not sure how she does it, but she's way smarter about some things than you and I put together. For instance, she knew the moment the Barsars left that you had something important on your mind. Me? I'd have bought your story about being tired."
"You'd be right," I lied.
"Puh-leease," Dad snorted. "I admit I didn't see it, but once she pointed it out, it was so obvious it made me feel stupid having not noticed on my own." He sighed again. "Still, just because she thinks you need to talk, it doesn't mean you want to, or that I'm the one you'd like to talk to. But I'll tell you this, if you're hurting, son, you can tell me and I'll do whatever I can to help. And I'll say this, too, that I wouldn't judge you or blame you, or do any of those stupid things that so many parents seem to do to their children. All you'll get from me is love. I hope you know that."
Sonofabitch! Of all the things he could have said, he had to say the one thing that could make me start bawling like a frickin' three year old. Why couldn't he just have told me to get over it, whatever the "it" might be? Why couldn't he tell me to pull myself up by my own bootstraps, whatever "bootstraps" might be? No, he had to tell me he loved me and that he cared! What kind of dirty trick was that??
I was a tallish, skinnyish fifteen year old, who probably weighed all of 120 pounds soaking wet. Still I was too old and too big to get up and sit in my father's lap, wrapping my skinny arms around his neck and crying into his chest. And yet, that's exactly what I did. My tears flowed and my sobs wracked my chest. My father's arms felt so strong as he gripped me in an embrace, his hand gently stroking the back of my head.
The problem was I couldn't even finds words to tell him why I was crying. It wasn't even that I was afraid to let him know I was gay. Honestly, I figured that shipped had already sailed. Just wanting to have sex with boys wasn't the issue. I'd dealt with those feelings for a number of years. This was something new.
"It's all right, son," my father said consolingly. "It'll be all right, I promise."
"How?" I asked, more sharply than I'd intended. Dad didn't deserve my ire. He was, after all, just trying to help, but I couldn't concoct a scenario in which his assurances had a chance of coming true. I couldn't begin to imagine finding in my life something that, until very recently, I didn't even know was missing. It had taken me fifteen years to come to the barest understanding of what love was, and it felt like knowing it was likely to rip my heart from my chest.
"Well," I heard my father's voice both in my ear and through his chest. His voice sounded strangely husky, "I wish I could explain, but some things you only realize after you've gone through it. When you're in the middle of something like this, you can't see an end to it. It's only afterwards that you sometime look back and realize things weren't as hopeless as they seemed. It's called experience, and believe me, I have a bit more of it than you. Or at least enough to tell you that you'll make it through this and be stronger for it."
"How long's it take," I snorted sardonically.
"Sorry," Dad replied, squeezing me just a bit tighter. "I takes as long as it takes."
"Well, that sucks," I spat out. Again, my anger was not intended for him but for life in general.
"Oh, yeah," my dad agreed emphatically. "It sucks big time. But there's no other way to the end. You can't go around it, you can only go through it." I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back to look me in the eye. "But, son, you don't have to go through it alone. Do you have any idea what it means to me that we're sitting here like this right now? I've always loved you, but I'm not sure even I knew how much until right now. I'm here for you, son, and so is your mother. Never doubt that..." he drew me back into his chest, and added, "... or I'll have to beat your ass."
Magic. That's the only explanation I could find for whatever my father had done to make me start laughing, even as my tears continued to flow. I was slobbering and snotting and crying all over his T-shirt, unable to control the spasmodic laughter.
"I hate you," I snorted, knowing my dad would get the joke.
"Yeah, I know, he said jovially. "You're fifteen. You're supposed to hate me. Don't worry, you'll get over it."
"Oh, dad," I sobbed again. "It's just... I'm so afraid," was the best I could offer at the moment.
"I know that, too," my dad replied. "It's hard when you find something special, but something you know can't last."
I considered his response for a few moments, then asked, "You do know, right?"
There was a long pause before he replied, "I don't know if it would be fair of me to answer that. I don't `know' anything, and I'd be afraid to guess. It would kill me to think I caused you more pain than what you're already feeling because of an assumption."
"So, I have to say it, right?" I asked, feeling just a little tinge of anger.
"Only if you don't want me taking the chance of getting it wrong," he replied.
"Dad," I sniffled deeply. I thought of sitting up and looking at his face, but I suddenly realized I couldn't bear the idea of maybe seeing disappointment or disgust in his eyes. So keeping my cheek pressed to his chest, I said, "I'm gay, Dad." An eternity of at least twenty seconds went by, during which my father said nothing. I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting, but silence was not on the list. Finally approaching panic, I asked, "Well?"
"Well what?" he asked me, his voice betraying no emotion at all. Now I did sit up. I could feel my cheeks burning, knowing that in daylight they would be glowing red.
"Don't you have anything to say?" I asked demandingly.
"Like what?" my dad shrugged. "What else can I tell you besides what I've already said, son? Do you think I'm going to suddenly say I don't love you anymore? Do you think I would tell you that you're on your own now, because of who you are? Palmer, it's just another part of what makes you the son I've always loved." He smiled and shook his head. "I'd say that the only difference this makes is that I might even love you more, knowing you trust me enough to tell me." I leaned in one more time, wrapping my arms around my dad as tightly as I could, and pressing my lips to his cheek.
Leaning back and extricating myself from his lap, I looked down at my father, wiped my nose with the back of my hand and said, "You need a shave."
"Hey, I'm on vacation," he smiled as I resumed my seat next to him. "Feel better at all?"
"Yeah," I nodded, surprised that I truly did. "It just feels good that I could say it."
"I'm sure," he answered. "I just hate that the world is like it is, and you had to go through all the doubt and fear that, I'm guessing, you've been through."
"You gonna tell Mom?" I asked, wondering what sort of conversation that might be.
"That's up to you," Dad replied. "It's not my place to tell anybody, but if it'd be easier for you, I could do that."
"OK," I nodded. "Let me think about it a little first, though."
"As you wish," my father agreed, and then added with a chortle, "But I won't be getting much sleep tonight if I don't tell her what we talked about."
"Tell her it's a guy thing," I giggled, feeling lighter than I had since Dev and Prem had left. "You hear that all the time from girls, how it's a `girl thing.' So it's a bit of payback."
We sat again in silence for a while. Despite the horrible weather all throughout the day, the ocean was again uncharacteristically calm, small waves doing little more than lapping on the shore. Warm breezes blew across the deck, reminding me of the night I watched Trey and Shy on the steps of the deck, igniting feelings inside of me that had led to four days of ecstasy and four new friendships.
"Uh, Dad?" I asked, not sure I wanted to ask what I very much wanted to ask. "You know Trey and Shy?"
My dad snorted. "Trey and Shy? Who are they?"
"All right, smartass," I growled. "I know you know them. I just wondered, did you think..."
"Son, I already told you, what I might `think' means nothing," he said instructively. "You may tell me anything you want. Until then, I don't know anything."
"Well," I began, for some reason actually wanting my father to know how much Trey and Shy meant to me, for so many reasons. "I've never met anyone like them. I almost feel like I might be... well, that maybe I'm... in love."
My father sat up and turned toward me. "Really? With which one?"
His question caught me totally off guard. Until that moment, I hadn't even thought about separating my love of Trey from my love of Shy, and vice versa. Oddly enough, I had simply thought of it as a single love, just shared with two boys.
"Uh, both, I think," I replied as honestly as I could.
"Wow," my dad replied, and then settled back in his seat, clearly turning things over in his mind. It was nearly a full minute before he said, "That sounds complicated."
"It didn't until now," I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, though."
"How doesn't it matter?" Dad asked. "You're in love and, correct me if I'm wrong, it's the first time in your life, right? I think that matters a great deal!"
"Oh, yeah," I conceded, "it matters that way I guess. I just meant that it doesn't matter to them. They're in love with each other. All we do together is se--." I froze. I couldn't believe what I'd nearly said. Actually, but for the letter `x,' I HAD said it!
True to his promise of not assuming anything I didn't actually say, Dad simply answered, "Oh, I'm sure you matter to them, and probably a great deal, from what I saw on Monday. I think they're very glad they met you."
"OK," I gave in even more. "I guess what doesn't matter is that I feel like that. I mean, we'll go home and I may never see them again." Once again I felt my eyes beginning to burn. "But I feel like it's so unfair. It's like they totally changed my life, and now I'll just have to leave and try to be what I've always been."
"I got bad news for you, son," Dad said, "You won't be able to be what you've always been. Not anymore. Now you have to add everything you've learned from Trey and Shy to the mix, especially what you've learned about yourself." He sighed deeply, and then added, "But I'm glad to hear that you wouldn't try to come between them just because of what you might want. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks," I said, just a bit sarcastically. "Doesn't make me any less lonely, though."
"So, I guess that means you've never told any of your friends back in Pittsburgh," Dad half asked.
"No way," I said, though not with any real emphasis. "I mean, they're good guys and all, but up until now I never thought I had to."
"Would you have to now?" he asked, sounding honestly curious. Until he did, I hadn't even asked myself the question. It wasn't as if I'd planned to go home and start trying to hook up with every and any boy I knew. Still, I wondered if I could simply keep playing the game, talking about girls boobs and all the crap that had never meant anything to me. Though I'd been aroused from time to time with what brief glances I'd had of their naked bodies, I couldn't say I'd ever felt towards any of them what I felt for Shy and Trey.
"Y'know, I don't know," I answered honestly. "You're right, I can't just be who I've always been, not anymore. But I'm not sure what I am now."
"Can I offer some advice?" my father asked, surprising me by asking permission. When I nodded, he said, "I don't think you have to make that decision just now. It's not like you have to start marching in parades and waving rainbow flags and all that. I told you before, you get to decide with whom you share your private life. The thing about privileged information is that it should be treated like a privilege, both by the sharer and by the one with whom it's shared. Some people might wonder why you're not dating girls and all that, and some might assume... well, assumptions don't matter. People make all sorts of assumptions about other people, and if someone thinks less of you because of what they THINK they know, well fuck `em."
I turned and stared at my father. I'd NEVER heard either him or my mother drop the F bomb. In fact, they very rarely used any crude language. I just took it as another sign of my father's respect and trust, in addition to his disdain for bigots and homophobes.
"There's something else, Palmer," my father continued, "Not to add to everything you're dealing with, but there's something your mother and I haven't been telling you." I felt a whole new pit form in my midsection, wondering what my parents could have been hiding from me, and which Dad felt should be revealed at this exact moment. Before I could ask, he went on, "I just feel it's unfair that you don't know. Your mother would absolutely kill me if she knew I told you anything, so this is strictly between you and me, right? "
"I... uh... yeah, OK," was all I could manage.
"I can't give you details," he began, "but do you remember the other night, when I was asking about your friends back home?" Accepting my silence as an affirmative, he continued, "Listen, son, I have been offered an... opportunity. I was approached about six months ago by some people I'd consulted for, like, years ago. They liked my work, and they wanted me to come and talk to them about maybe taking a new job."
I heard his words. I sort of understood what they meant. I just didn't understand what sort of effect this would have on my life.
"Anyway," Dad continued, "It would mean all of us moving away from Pittsburgh. That's why I was so worried about how you felt about your friends there. And then when I saw how quickly you were able to make new friends here, I was a little less worried."
"Whoa, wait a minute," I said quickly, "That only happened because I saw Trey and Shy on the--." Again, I barely caught myself in time before telling my FATHER that I'd watched my two new friends sucking each other off on our cottage steps.
"Yeah, you met on the beach," he nodded. "You told us that. So anyway, I can't tell you more right now, and I really won't be able to until Saturday night. In fact, do you think you can have Trey and Shy over on Saturday? Your mother and I need to take a little trip, and we'll be gone from early in the morning until after dinnertime. Don't worry, I'll leave money so you can call for a pizza or something. I'll even hide an extra six pack so you guys can have a COUPLE beers each. Oh, maybe Dev and Prem would come, too. I can call their dad if you like."
My head was spinning. I wasn't sure what question I was expected to answer, or what issue I was supposed to address. Slowly my mind carded through the various discussion points, finally finding the only one that had ended with a question mark.
"Uh, I think so," I nodded stupidly. "We talked about getting together on Saturday anyway."
"Good," my dad smiled. "I trust you alone, of course, but since they live here and all, I thought you'd have more fun with them." An ironic grin crossed his lips. "I mean, you wouldn't get bored all by yourself."
By now life had become so entirely surrealistic, and my trust in my father so complete, that I felt absolutely no qualms about replying, "Right on both counts."
The texts were flying back and forth fiercely.
TREY: <so where they goin?>
ME:
SHY: <but all day saturday?>
ME:
TREY: <AWESOME! beach house all to ourselves!! It will be like being tourists!>
DEV: <I am so happy we will all be together again, my friends.>
ME:
TREY: <me 3>
Shy: <me 4>
DEV: <Prem says "me 5">
It wasn't as if they'd arrived, stripped off, and then we all had an orgy. We had, in fact, spent several happy hours cavorting in the surf and on the sand. Again, the time of year ensured that we had mostly the whole beach to ourselves.
For my part, I had prepared a small surprise for my friends, which had required my father's help, since I'd needed a ride to the store to buy them. After my parents had left, I got myself ready, and then kept watch at the bathroom window until I sam Trey and Shy arriving on their bikes. Trey wore a tight pair of swim trunks, which were quite short, but nothing like the tiny white speedos that Shy wore once again. I ran to the front door and waited until I heard them pounding up the stairs. Before they had a chance to knock, I flung the door open, showing them my surprise.
I was wearing only a skimpy bright blue speedo, more my size than the one Shy had lent me. My father agreed to buy them on the condition I not buy a white pair like Shy's, that wonderful slip of fabric that nearly disappeared when wet. I assured him I was not quite that brave, and chose my favorite shade of blue. Shy only hesitated a moment before he stepped inside and gripped my boner through the spandex. A little later, Dev and Prem arrived, and I revealed myself in much the same way. Dev smiled warmly and Prem giggled like a child.
As we played on the beach, encouraged by the lack of observers, Prem ran into the water, and soon was shouting to us and waving his swimsuit in the air. Even as Dev yelled at him, Prem ran up to the beach until he was only ankle deep in the water, and flung his trunks up onto the sand. He then ran back into the water. Only one elderly couple witnessed Prem's initial act of exhibitionism, and both smiled indulgently, as if a child Prem's age should not be prohibited from spending his days in the nude if he so chose. I couldn't say I disagreed.
We flew no kites, since there was almost no wind, but we made ample use of both boogie and skim boards. Trey was a great teacher, and in no time at all, Dev was skimming across the damp sand like a pro. And of course Prem had to try as well, mostly ignoring the instructions Trey tried to give him. Consequently he kept falling on his bare ass, but undeterred tried again and again, his nudity drawing the attention of every passer by, all of whom smiled.
Try as he might, even the expert Trey couldn't quite pull off the back flips off the skim board he insisted on attempting. I kept begging him to to stop, afraid he'd break his neck if he landed wrong. Shy assured me my pleas were in vain, and all we could do was hope. In the end, Trey suffered no more that a sort of a sand burn on one shoulder and a bruised sense of pride.
When we all got hungry, we made for the cottage. Beneath the house was an enclosed outdoor shower. Until that year, the shower had been the most sexual location on the entire Outer Banks for me. Every day that it was warm enough, I showered outside, never without wanking myself to an orgasm. Though no one could possibly see any part of me above my ankles, it still felt wonderfully naughty, as close as I'd ever come to being nude outdoors.
Now all five of us crammed into the shower at the same time. Shy squealed when I first turned on the spray, since the water took a while to warm up. I have no idea who all I touched or who all touch me as we squirted liquid soap around, all of us rubbing against each other and running our hands over each other's soapy skin. It was, bar none, the most enjoyable shower I'd ever had in my life. However, none of us brought anyone else off, wanting to save that for when we'd all be inside together.
"Prem!" Dev shouted after I'd turned off the water and everyone started pulling down their swimwear from where they hung over the wooden walls that hid our nudity. Prem had, instead, simply stepped out through the little changing area to the concrete pad beneath the cottage, his short boner bouncing about, as if planning to ascend the stairs naked. Indeed, that seemed to be his plan as he totally ignored Dev and just kept walking.
"That little showoff," Trey said quietly, a definite note of admiration in his voice.
"Hey, I'm the showoff here," Shy said defiantly, still holding his speedos in his hand as he too stepped out of the shower. I looked at Dev and Trey, and they looked at me, as if asking each other what we were going to do.
"Hey, I'm on vacation," I said, grabbing my speedos and following the other two naked boys to the deck stairs. I looked back to see Trey and Dev both following me, also carrying their swimwear. It turned out to be no big deal. We could have all lined up naked on the beach. There was no one around to watch us climbing the stairs in Adam's clothes. In fact, since we'd taken no towels to the beach, we all stood naked on the deck, drying ourselves with the towels that had been hanging on the clothesline there. And yes, we all pretty much had total hard-ons.
Whatever fantasies I had entertained in the past, whatever experiences I'd had in the last week, they all paled in comparison of what I now saw in my very own cottage. Four boys, naked as nature, sprawled upon every available piece of furniture in the great room TV area. Unlike Shy's basement game room, the great room was awash in sunlight. Because of the location of the cottage, even the side blinds could be raised with no fear of someone in a neighboring house observing the antics of five nude teenaged boys.
We called a local pizza shop and ordered an excessive number of pies to be delivered. When I heard the knock at the door, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, grabbing money from the kitchen counter to pay. I opened the door to see a boy of maybe 16 or seventeen years old. He asked my last name while obviously scanning my bare chest. As I was handing him the cash, I felt my towel being yanked away, and turned to see a naked Shy standing on the stairs and waving my towel around.
Shock and embarrassed, I tuned back to the pizza boy and said, "Sorry `bout that."
"No sweat, dude," he smiled, stealing the barest of glances at my endowment. "You'd be surprised what I've seen doing this job. Least you're not old and fat."
Once I got back to the top of the stairs and set the pizzas on the counter, I quickly grabbed Shy by the wrist and dragged him over to the footstool. I sat down, pulling him over my lap so that his butt lay across my thighs.
"You're a naughty boy," I told him, "and naughty boys get spanked." Having announced my intention, I then carried out the punishment. Shy squealed and squirmed, but he made no attempt to remove himself from my lap. Soon I could feel his hard dick pressing into my thigh, even as mine pressed up into his writhing body.
"You do know he likes that, right?" Trey asked me with a smirk.
"Yeah, I'm beginning to get that impression," I smiled back. I looked around at the others and asked, "Anyone else want a crack at this." Of course Prem was all over the offer, and swatted Shy's bum repeatedly with his little hand, Shy threatening him all the while with a similar punishment. I told Prem that was enough, and then asked Shy, "Now, are you going to be a good boy?"
"Not likely," Shy turned and gave me a sly grin, while bobbing his eyebrows.
"Perfect," I smiled, gently rubbing his reddened buttocks. "Now let's eat."
We made short work of the pizzas, and I made sure to have hot pepper flakes for Dev and Prem to sprinkle liberally on their own veggie pizzas. I checked the clock and saw that it was just past 1:00. With luck we'd have about four hours to ourselves, and more if my parents lingered over dinner in some restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn't ask me why, I'd asked my dad to call and let me know when they were going to be back.
Just as I began looking forward to a repeat of the fun we'd had on Wednesday, a terrible thought crossed my mind. "Dammit to hell!" I swore, startling all my guests.
"Whassamatter?" Trey asked, looking at me with concern.
"I just never thought," I explained insufficiently. "I mean, you guys just always had it."
"Had what?" Shy piped up.
"Lube!" I said dejectedly. "I just never thought about it. Shit, I don't even know where you get it!"
"Well, that's just great, isn't it?" Trey asked, sounding disgusted with me. Guess that's it then." He stood up and walked towards the stairs.
All I could do was stare as I watched Trey's naked ass disappear down the staircase. Was he really leaving? Couldn't we at least suck each other, or just play with each other's dicks?
Then another thought crossed my mind. Trey had walked down the stairs naked. His trunks were out on the upper deck drying with all of ours. There was no way he could possibly be thinking about riding his bike home naked... right?
My suspicions were confirmed as I heard Shy snorting with laughter, just as I saw Trey's head reappearing at the top of the stairs. He was carrying a half backpack, which I hadn't noticed him having when he arrived. He must have dropped it with his sandals just inside the door.
"Well, we'd be shit outta luck if we counted on you, yankee boy," Trey smiled, unzipping the pack and taking out what must have been the large economy size bottle of lube.
"Where'd you get that, Costco?" I laughed.
"I have my sources," Trey grinned. "And with Shy around, y'know, I gotta get the industrial size."
"Well, if it's too expensive for you, I could just not let you fuck me," Shy countered.
"Could you?" Trey looked at him with an unworried expression. "Could you really live without me?"
"No, probably not," Shy conceded, a strangely meaningful smile playing over his lips.
My jealousy of the two boys increased tenfold in that instant. No, it wasn't jealousy. To be jealous would have meant that I wanted one of them for myself, to the exclusion of the other. That wasn't at all true. In fact, I wouldn't have wanted to live in a universe in which Shy and Trey weren't together. What I actually felt was pure envy. I wanted what they had; I wanted to share in it. I wanted us to have some sort of eternal threesome where we could all love each other equally.
Shaking my head free of that tangled web of thought, I reminded myself of the gift we'd been given: several hours with no parental presence. What a terrible waste it would be to spend the time lamenting what I didn't have, while ignoring the fact that I had four boys right in front of me. And they were all nude. This was my longtime fantasy come true times four!
"Today, my friend Palmer," Dev said quietly as he sidled up to me and snaked an arm around my waist.
"Today, what?" I asked, pressing myself against him.
"Today I ask that you put yourself inside me," Dev explained. "I am ready, and I want you to do it." I gazed into Dev's eyes and saw there something I'd not seen the previous Wednesday. This time I had no sense of some misguided quid pro quo idea. Nothing in his face belied his words, and I could tell that he wanted the experience. And I couldn't deny that I was flattered that, of all the boys present, he wanted it with me.
"Excellent," Shy said. "C'mon, Dev, we'll help you get ready."
"No," Dev replied. "I learned much on Wednesday, and I believe Palmer can help me to `get ready' on my own. I wanted it to be just Palmer and me. Can we go to your room, Palmer?" He leaned in and whispered so quietly that even I could barely hear him, "I would be uncomfortable with everyone watching."
I suddenly felt a bit stupid. I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me that not everyone wants an audience to witness his deflowering. Of course, Shy had been the only witness when Trey had fucked my virgin hole, and so I hadn't minded in the least. In fact, I think having him there might have added to my excitement. Dev simply wasn't wired the same way.
"Sure," I smiled. "Hey Trey, can we take the lube."
"Hold on," Trey said, walking back over to his pack and removing a smaller bottle and tossing it to me. "I'm always prepared. Shoulda been a boy scout."
"Yeah, you'd have been very popular on campouts," I snickered, leading Dev down the stairs with me. I felt incredibly erotic on that short walk down the hallway to my room, both of us naked and taking the walk for a single purpose. My cut cock, which had been about half-hard ever since Shy had exposed me to the pizza boy, was straining, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
"C'mon in," I said, waving my arm and letting Dev walk by. I closed the door. I knew it wasn't necessary, that no one upstairs would disturb us. Still, for me it added to the mystique of this being a very private, and curiously romantic moment, despite the sound of the surf coming through the open window.
"How should we begin?" Dev asked as we stood just looking at each other. I noticed that he looked almost totally flaccid. I suspected it was due to nervousness.
"Well, I think we'd better start with this," I said, sitting on the bed and pulling Dev forward by his buttocks. I then began licking his dick and balls. When he started to harden, I used a hand to start sliding his foreskin back, and then licked at the shiny head, making Dev writhe and hiss. Finally, I took his cock in my mouth and began sliding up and down it's length. Soon Dev began thrusting on his own, allowing me to sit still and give his balls some gentle attention.
When I judged by his motions that Dev was getting close to his climax, I took my mouth off of him. I leaned back to see Dev looking at me with a mix of confusion and disappointment on his face.
"Trust me," I smiled up at him, "You'll enjoy it more if you're horny. You know what horny is, right?"
"I most definitely know what horny is," Dev said, his voice unusually hoarse. "Right now I know it better than I ever have."
"Good," I said, "because if you weren't you might not want to do the next part, but trust me you'll like it." I directed Dev onto his hands and knees on the bed, telling him to lower his shoulders and rest his head on the pillows, his knees widely spread. I guessed that he was expecting me to start inserting a lubed finger, but I had another treat in mind.
"Oh my!" Dev cried out, lifting his shoulders and turning to look back at me. "Is that... is that your tongue?"
"Yep," I said. "Now just relax, OK?" Dev dropped back down, but he was far from relaxed. He was wiggling about, pushing back towards me and making mewling noises. I reached under him and found his cock about as hard as it seemed it could get. I continued rimming him until I could feel his dick swell, again bringing him to the edge of endurance. Just when he was probably wishing I would finish him off, I stopped.
"All right, I think you're ready for the next step," I said, enjoying the feeling of control which I never really had with Trey and Shy, always deferring to their obvious expertise. I took the bottle of lube from the bedside table and popped the top. I placed the tip at the top of Dev's crack and let it drip down. I put a bit more on the length of my finger, and then said, "I'm gonna start putting my finger in, all right?"
"Yes, please begin," Dev replied, a note of desperation in his voice. I pressed against his brown hole, reminding him to push out. In a moment I was able to penetrate his tight sphincter. I put a bit more lube on my finger, and began to slide it slowly inside. I heard no complaint or expression of pain, and soon my knuckles reached Dev's bum. As I slid my finger in and out, Dev began moving back and forth. I finally searched out his prostate, which made him jump and let loose a giggle which sounded a bit like Prem.
"See why we like it?" I asked.
"Yes, I begin to understand," Dev panted. "That was the most extraordinary feeling."
"OK, Dev, I'm gonna lube up my dick and put it in," I told him. "Think you're ready?"
"Yes, I am ready." Dev replied. "I think it will not be any trouble for me."
I had to restrain myself as I slid slippery hands up and down my dick to lube it. If I actually managed to get inside of Dev, I knew I wouldn't last very long.
"I'm sorry I don't have a candle," I apologized.
"It is not necessary," Dev replied. "Prem helped me last night with a candle we have at our cottage."
"Seriously?" I asked, surprised and a little amazed. "Prem put a candle inside you?"
"Yes," Dev answered. "He wanted it inside him, and so we did that a while, but then I thought I would like to feel it." He paused before adding, "And I thought it would help since I wanted you to... `fuck' me today." He still seemed to dislike the F word, which I found rather charming.
"So, do you think you're ready," I asked, the picture in my mind of the two brothers sticking a candle up each other's ass heightening my arousal. I knew I had to begin before I lost all control and risked pounding Dev more forcefully than I intended or than he expected.
"Yes, I think I will be all right, friend Palmer," he said. "Please put yourself into me."
Those would be the last words he and I would speak for some time. I don't know how long he and Prem had played with the candle the previous evening, but Dev had no problem letting me enter him. Nor did it take long for me to press my entire five inches inside, pressing my pale crotch up against his caramel-colored bum. As I began to pull and thrust, I was nearly overcome by the hot tightness gripping my cock. I was glad, really, that we hadn't had a candle handy. It might have loosened him up too much.
I moved as slowly as I could, doing all in my power to make the incredible feelings last, but I could only do so much. Asking if Dev wanted me to pull out before cumming, and receiving his assurance that I needn't do so, I began my deepest thrusts, and soon I was unleashing what felt like a torrent of cum inside my latest lover. Even after I came, it felt as if my cock was being kept stiff by Dev's sphincter squeezing it at the base, not allowing the blood to flow back to other, less vital organs.
But I also had another agenda, and so I slowly slid my cock out and moved back a bit, asking Dev to stay just as he was. Then I flipped onto my back and laid beneath him, reaching up and pulling him down by his ass, until his dick was close enough for me to lick off the drops of pre-cum that were nearly flowing from the tip. I pulled harder until Dev lowered himself enough for me to take his entire dick in my mouth. I gauged him to be around four and half inches, short enough that I could bury my nose in his sparse pubes each time he lowered himself. With enough pressure on his bum, I was able to show him how best to fuck my mouth, which he took to like a duck to water, as was very soon pumping himself in and out as I held on as tightly as my lips could manage.
"Oh, Palmer," Dev sighed deeply, "I think the time has come. Should I..?" In answer to his unfinished question, I grabbed tightly onto his hips. He clearly got the message, because in a few for moments, I was treated to one of my favorite tastes of India, as Dev let loose in my mouth. It wasn't so much that I couldn't easily swallow it all, but it was a bit more than I expected.
Once I finally released him, Dev rolled onto his back, panting for breath. I moved up and lay on top of him, kissing his now sweaty neck. I felt his hands travel down my back until they were resting on my ass.
"Hmmmmm," I purred, "that feels good, Dev."
"Your bottom is very nice," Dev said. "It is so very white. You never see such white bottoms in India."
"No, I don't suppose you would," I smiled, resting my head on his chest.
"Perhaps we should join the others," Dev suggested.
"Why?"
"They may begin to wonder what we have been doing for so long," he explained.
I lifted myself up so I could look him in the eye. "Dev, I think they know exactly what we've been doing down here," I chuckled.
"Yes, I suppose that is true," Dev smiled back at me. "I am going to miss you very much, Palmer."
I dropped back down onto Dev's chest and replied, "I'll miss you, too. And Prem, of course."
"And I will miss Trey and Shy as well," he hesitated a moment, and then said, "but I think I will miss you most. Please do not tell them I said that."
"I won't," I said, feeling very flattered. "But why me?"
"Because you said no on Wednesday," Dev answered. "I offered myself to you, but you seemed to know I wasn't ready."
"Oh, that wasn't anything," I said, truly believing it was true.
"It meant a great deal to me," Dev countered, "so it was very much something. You are very special to me." He paused. "I hope I am not making you uncomfortable."
"You are, a little," I admitted. "I just didn't know you were feeling that way about me." I raised myself up so I could look into his eyes. "But don't apologize. I kinda like it, really. And I guess it makes sense that you like someone more than other people. That's how people end up together, isn't it?"
"Well, in my culture, it is still not uncommon to have one's mate chosen by their parents," Dev said, "And the choice is often made when the children are quite young."
"Yuck," I said. Then, almost able to feel my mother's slap to the back of my head (always gentle, don't worry) for being culturally insensitive, I said, "I mean, I don't know how someone could get married to someone just because their parents decide they should."
"I am fortunate," Dev assured me. "My parents find such notions antiquated." Yes, he said "antiquated." I made a mental note to work on my vocabulary. "They did tell me, however, that they'd been approached with just such an offer when I was maybe five years of age. Fortunately they declined the offer."
"Well then," I smiled, pulling Dev into a tighter embrace, "you can choose anyone you like then. And you have time. You're, what, fifteen?"
"I am fourteen still," Dev corrected me. For some reason I was surprised. Dev seemed more mature, or at least more than most fourteen year olds I knew, though his genitals and pubes bore witness to his younger age. This raised another question in my mind.
"How old is Prem?"
"He is twelve, but will be thirteen in November."
Twelve! Prem was only a twelve year old, and would be for more than two more months. It was no wonder he giggled like a... well, like a twelve year old! I wondered if Shy was aware of the fact that he'd been fucked by a real little boy, not just someone who looked like one. I wondered if Trey realized it when he was balls deep in Prem's ass. I decided then and there that I would withhold that information until the Indian brothers had left the next day, as it might interfere with how much fun Prem might yet have.
Finally stirring ourselves, and sharing a deep, standup kiss, Dev and I left my room and went back upstairs. I almost laughed out loud to see Trey draped over the cushioned footstool while Prem slammed against his ass like a boy possessed. Shy was kneeling on the other side, feeding his dick into Trey's mouth. I had a feeling the two younger boys were fulfilling some sort of fantasy of Trey's. Even Shy and I had never double teamed him like this.
As he had with Shy, Prem was bunny-fucking Trey, his hips jerking rather than thrusting. I stared for a short while, mostly trying to burn the image into my mind. If anything like this had happened to me when I was twelve years old... I couldn't even imagine how I might have acted. I suspect that I would have run away that first night on the beach, not daring to strip off in front of three strange, older boys. But Prem was totally fearless. It was probably a very good thing that he had Dev there to pull back on the reins from time to time when Prem's boyish abandon might become dangerous to him. I had a feeling Dev was going to have his hands full once he and his little sex-obsessed brother got back to India, that is if he was as protective as he seemed. I almost wanted to apologize to him for so brazenly having introduced Prem to the joys of boy to boy sex.
Rather than doing so, I simply said, "Prem seems to be enjoying his visit."
Dev laughed and said, "Yes, I think he would say this has been a most... stimulating holiday." He wrapped an arm around my waist, and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. "I would say the same."